If I died nothing in his live would change,
He wouldn't notice what a beautiful sunset I would paint,
As my heart seeks its place in the void between the stars.

How can a person move on so far,
And still sit just out of reach,
Like the most radiant of stars.

My fingertips scrape at the tapestry of the night sky,
As I try to desperately pry.
Drowning in a sea of cries.

I feel your touch,
Like a thousand flies,
Boring themselves through my skin from the inside out,
My stomach swelling stout.

Of the maggots,
Of my love.